"Don’t worry about that right now, my love.”
Will blinked again. “Pardon?” He glanced around, as if he half-expected
people to be watching. “I—where’s my coat?”
“Ruined with blood,” said Magnus. “Archer disposed of it.” He nodded
toward Camille. “Will’s been hunting demons all night. So brave.”
Camille’s expression was a mixture of amazement and annoyance.
“I am brave,” Will said. He looked pleased with himself. The painkilling
tonics had enlarged his pupils, and his eyes looked very dark.
“Yes, you are,” Magnus said, and kissed him. It wasn’t the most dramatic
kiss, but Will flailed his free arm as if a bee had landed on him; Magnus had
to hope Camille would assume this was passion. When they broke apart,
Will looked stunned. So did Camille, for that matter."  -